Live dont just exist!

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Sun, 12 Apr 2009 15:46:00 +0000

You know you ve almost finished college when :

Teachers smile at you when you meet them.

You have a LOT of notes piled up in/on your desk.

People ask you about your future plans

You get calls from somebody who knows somebody who knows somebody who knows you, about the college you are going to pass out of. questions range from 'You think my daughter will fit with the crowd' to 'what is the cut-off percentage ma'.

Friends who stay in a hostel or have rented an apartment and until recently reffered it to as 'The Hostel' or 'The place' now call it 'Home'.

Your parents are ready to buy you as many clothes as you want.

You fill out slam books!

Facebook shows 40 friends online although all of them have exams.

You ve had a marvellous farewell party.

You love Mafia wars.

You already miss canteen food so much that every chance you get to go there you eat EVERYTHING possible.

You find yourself making lists about how you know you are almost done with college.

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 11:18:00 +0000

Futuritis.
Seems like just yesterday I decided I write writing and went to Adyar times to get my first ever Byline, but that was more than 8 years ago, then I thought joining the journalism course was the biggest mistake I ever made, not for long though, coz its over now. And I miss it already. The people that made me who iam and taught me to crib, to convert torture into joy and got ‘UP-set’ with me. Whatever said and done iam gonna miss each soul in the 2006-2009 batch of BA-Journalism, Love you fellow Journos!

Was reading wolf akka’s blog yesterday and suddenly on the sidebar I see,
‘Live don’t just exist’ updated a month ago.
And then I realize that it is my blog, and that ive not written anything in like one month!
Not like I dint have time for it, I always do, but ive become the spoilt kid.

Will continue the story soon.
Its safe in my diary now, but each time I take it out to type it, I think to myself whether iam doing the right thing and then it goes back into the draw of my desk with other stuff like my 5th standard report card.

College is over, well almost, we have the dreaded exams coming up, and guess who got a job in Reuters. Yup! Moi! Moving to Bangalore soon, looking forward to the change but dont know what to expect when.

There are loada more things I want to tell you, and do come back for the story.

Love you for reading this

Vidya.

Ps- Why should Bloggermouth be in a pub?
Coz she is a bouncer

Ps- @ Bloggermouth – if u don’t kill me I ll buy you icecream

pss- have u tried riding on an alligator???

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 15:01:00 +0000

Birds of a Feather

A pair of ruby red lips spoke to him of the new parks in the city, the weather and then noticing he was paying no attention to her, asked him what the matter was, had he gotten so drunk he couldn’t even think? She giggled.
The man was every girls dream, with chiseled features, a strong physical presence and blue eyes he realized that people often turned to stare as he passed then on the streets, Calcutta was a city, but men like him were still far and few. People often remarked that he was probably some famous man that they had only heard about. It was not exactly the age of TV you see.

And he was getting married! And to a village girl!
He had read and re read the letter a dozen times, the sentence stood clear in his head
His sister had written

“and the cows are fine, we have fixed your wedding, girl is pretty and has studied upto sslc, she speaks English so don’t you worry my boy, date for the wedding will be finalized on reply of this letter”

It would good to be married, he though, but the thought of a domestic life irked him, he went out and got drunk. How could he deal with getting married to a villager now?

Later-
Its ok, he told his friend Captain Sundar, I will get married, take her home to my village and visit her once in a while, it will be a good excuse to go home, my life here will be the same he said with a smile.

But he was wrong

Meanwhile in the village of Cherai in Kerala, a young free spirited girl was fighting her father, she was a girl who in ordinary circumstances would do just as her father ordered her to, but this was different it was her dream that was at stake.

‘I want to be a doctor and I will’ Radha could be heard screaming at least thrice a day. Much of her life had been spent taking orders from her father, even as a teenager, cooking, cleaning, washing, the works. ….
She was the oldest and looked after her little sisters when her mother was giving birth and that it turned out, was a frequent affair. Radha knew the midwife just as well as she knew her mother, except, the midwife was kinder.

But through thick and thin, the dream had kept her going, the dream that one day she would become a doctor. The dream that lay like a shattered perfume bottle at her feet, so strong smelling that others complained, it was perfume but excess of it dint work they said. Dreams like those were for the rich, they added.

She would talk the groom’s sister out of the wedding when she came to visit her she promised herself, but the future sister in law, a round woman of about 35 only glanced at her, the rest of the conversation continued with the family, the dowry, the ceremony …..

Though it wasn’t until the wedding itself that Radha got to meet her groom, but she was shown a photo by her father, she was stunned, the man was errr very good looking, now that was not something she had bargained for. He looked British, had his skin been any paler and his eyes any bluer, he would looked as British as British can get.

Well, I remember looking into this very man’s eyes when I was seven and wondering why the world was unfair and I dint have blue eyes, even at that age I guessed he would be a real chullan in his prime.

Coming back, Radha’s attempts to convince her parents to let her study medicine proved futile
And on 26th of August 1947 my grandparents were married.

The wedding by itself was a simple affair, Radha might have actually enjoyed it had it not been at 12 midnight. Whenever she thought of the day in the days to come, the taste of bitter coffee she was forced to gulp down so as to be awake lingered in her head.

My grandfather decided, on a whim, to take his pretty young bride to Calcutta with him. He was a happy man those days.

The stories of their days in Calcutta will fill up this blog, I will perhaps write about them later, five years later he lost his job in Calcutta as the man he was working for had died. They moved to Chennai with their three little children.

In Chennai they found happiness, had two more children and lived a life of great luxury. The job was a good one, grandpa was a respected man and in short they were living the happening life. There were parties in gymkhana club, Chiffon sarees for my grand mom, (they were rare those days) and they lived in a mansion in Nungambakam and sent the kids to Park Church school.(it was co-ed those days)
The children were happy kids with tea parties, rich friends and the best clothes and toys that money could buy.
The Elder daughter, Rati was the prettiest of them all, her skin shone, her eyes glittered and she wrote poetry. She was selfless and would go to extremes to make others happy

The second one was pretty, fair and had her way with words, she had plenty of friends and some termed her self centered.

The third one was slim, fair, tall and had raven locks, she was very clever, sometimes to the point of being scheming.

The two boys were happy kids divided in age from one another by only a year, but fortune did not favor them as it did to their sisters, by the time they were teens the dad lost his job, went away from home and even at that age, the boys had to earn their own living.

With the bread winner of the family away, the mother arranged the Rati’s wedding to be held as a simple affair in a temple, she was married to a diamond merchant. She was 20 then, and looked every bit the beautiful, shy, chaste bride.

A young IIT graduate was given the hand of the second daughter, much to the annoyance of the boy’s family who felt the girl wasn’t wealthy enough for them. But the wedding wasn’t a love marriage, the groom and his family had come to see the girl, the mother was disappointed by the non existence of huge pieces of jewelry and tired to cancel the match, but the boy having set his eye on the pretty Rati insisted money was not all.

Five years after all of this my grandfather came back from Bangkok, bringing with him enough money to lead the life they had once led, he wanted his youngest daughter to be married into a rich family and that was when he met him, Alagappan, a doctor who had studied in London, and hailed from a huge, wealthy Chettiar family, his mother was the same caste as my grandparents and hence she felt her son should be given in marriage to my family, the wedding was a grand affair, with relatives from all over the world coming in for it. But of course the only reason the real reason behind the wedding was that the groom and his mother had been fascinated by the bride to be’ s looks, she had grown to become a real beauty. The kind that is raw and rare, she remained her old self, but her radiant face and charming smile had many a man staring at her on the streets. Her raven locks and red lips made her look like an exotic beauty from some far away place. She happily agreed to marry Alagappan, for except that he was dark and in no way good looking, he was the perfect groom, a wealthy and smart doctor.

And as you must have guessed, the third daughter was the aunt of mine who I finally met in Italy this year.

She told me her story.

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Sat, 17 Jan 2009 16:17:00 +0000

Birds of a Feather.

Disclaimer-
This story is a fictional one, though the characters have been modelled upon real people, behavioural traits are all made up.

She was not extraordinarily pretty, But could be if she wanted to, high cheek bones, sparkling eyes, bad Eye make-up and uncared for hair, it seemed to me that she was making a conscious effort to hide her good looks, dressed in a gray wool sweater and faded jeans she paused before crossing the road, a sign of questioning, if any appeared on her face for a split second.

With her high stature she took long strides and was out of sight in a minute. I felt a tinge of familiarity, a sense that I knew that mysterious woman who could be a real beauty if she wanted to. Maybe its because iam a fashion journalist but I think up of ways for a complete make over when I meet a new person and that woman had given me an image that dint seem to be that of a normal working woman, in my make-over brain she looked like a princess, the kind that wears a pink flowing gown and a sparkling tiara. I hadn’t had the time to assess her age but to a careless eye she had a mature sense of dignity.

My phone beeped, it was Aachi, as I called her, my aunt, actually my long lost aunt the person I was here to meet.

Long lost aunt, sounds dramatic Doesnt it? Well anyway I was an hour early, the excitement in me hadn’t let me sleep and I was determined to meet her as soon as I could.

“Vidya” I heard her say.

“Where are you?”

No introduction, no greeting, just ‘where are you’.

“Iam near the fountain, the fortune fountain, iam already at the piazza” I heard myself say.

“Oh” I heard from the other end, “iam there in a minute, are you ready for this?”

But apparently she wasn’t keen on knowing if I was ready, as before I could answer I heard the phone click.

I could see no one around, where is she? I thought to myself, but before I could compose another thought I heard my name called out by a crisp clear voice. I was monitoring the entrance, how had she got in? I thought to myself.

I turned and almost gaped, before me was the mysterious woman I had just given a makeover in my head a while back, she smiled, a smile that daunted me for days to come.

“It is good to finally meet me after all those emails, and hey! Your pictures don’t do justice to you” she said.

I blinked, photos, I had seen none of hers, but yet I knew I wasn’t expecting this kind of a beauty in the true sense of the word to be standing in front of me, I smiled at her, my brain laughing thinking of all the days I had an image of a fat woman clad in a sari, what was I thinking? She looked like a pageant winner who had stepped out for a stroll. Brain to me – stop zoning out, Talk to her!

I gave her the bouquet of white roses that I has bought and then we began talking… of the weather, the flowers, the seasons, books, poetry and I don’t remember what else, there was this spark that I could feel, the kind of belonging one can only feel to a relative.

Later in her chateau style house nibbling on soft rotis, Naadan style Fried Okra, Falafel and a bottle of champagne, she told me her story…..

I sat there dumbstruck, just managing to nod once in a while, sometimes she made me chuckle, laugh and other times gape and then shed a tear.

Oh what a story it was!

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Sat, 03 Jan 2009 08:59:00 +0000

A Strange ship, now in familiar seas.

Its hard to believe it’s 2009 already, are years flying by on a broomstick? Or on a white horse that pretends to be a unicorn? 2008 will merely be a memory now and maybe next year this time I ll be some other place contemplating the changes that the year brought just like iam now. Anyway we celebrated and everything, complete with a huge chocolate cake. I hope the new year has many new nice things to come, I ended the last year on a bad note, lost my wallet with some cash and my card and my lil notebook that I value more than the above said things, anyway I hope the person who took my wallet is sufficient with the cash in it, and whatever purpose they took it for went well, and I cancelled the cards so they cant do much with that, I pray that this new year that person makes so much money legally that they never have to steal again. Speaking of stealing ,Naidu Hall Naihaa, the one in Kotivakkam has some serious issues, I took my aunt there and she bought a salwar set. On bringing it home, she tried it on and bang the thing TORE, like tore properly! not the stiches, the cloth must’ve been ancient or something, whos ever heard of a brand new top tearing. We took it back and guess what ,the costumer Unfriendly shop refused to let us exchange it for another and to make matters worse they blamed US for the whole thing, I mean seriously, who in their right mind would want to tear a brand new expensive Salwar kameez, the sales girl went one step ahead and called my aunt ‘fat’, and insisted that the size she brought was all wrong, Heloo! ‘You could’ve told me that when I was buying it’ but anyway the size was correct, I mean even if I mean IF the size was wrong and the dress too tight it wouldn’t just give away would it? And tear all over. What nonsense, the least they could’ve done is take the dress back and let us choose another. Anyway iam spreading the word bout the shop, you do too ok? Coz when we pay good money we expect good quality.

The holidays are almost over, one more day and am back to college, and now iam in between a ‘I hate college’ and ‘I love cleaning’ phase.

Right now iam craving for some good food, am not hungry well just errr greedy maybe. I want to fly across a rainbow, hmmmm all the days spent playing word-building and watching cartoons with my lil cousin has gotten into my head.

You take care, Catch ya soon

(Dora and Bujji are saying bye as well)

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Wed, 24 Dec 2008 17:04:00 +0000

Taggity! New year time again.

Moonlight tagged me, so here I go!
1. What is your occupation?
Occupation? Does that have to do with Occlumency? Well if yes then iam good at it.
2. What color are your socks right now?
Red! I ve hung them up for Santa to fill his gifts in.
3. What are you listening to right now ?
Friends forever- it’s a mallu album song
4. What was the last thing that you ate ?
A foot long Chilli dog at Sparkys
5. Can you drive a stick shift?
A stick shift? You mean a shift stick? Either way NO
6. Last person you spoke to on the phone?
My mom, I asked her to pick me up from the end of the road.
7. Do you like the person who sent this to you?
Totally!
8. How old are you today?
19 years and 7 months! (same answer as the person who sent it to me)
9. What is your favorite sport to watch on TV?
Thumb wrestling,
10. What are your favorite drinks?
Water, Orange juice, Some colourful cocktails, Milk shakes, the list goes on
11. Have you ever dyed your hair?
Na na
12. Favorite food?
Kababs, Biriyani, a lot of meat, chicken etc and a lot o fruits.
13. What is the last movie you watched?
Rab ne bana de jodi (eyuuu don’t even ask)
14. Favorite day of the year?
Any day that ends with the word ‘DAY’ hehe
15. How do you vent anger?
Hmmm actually iam not a ‘anger’ person, I keep my cool.
16. What was your favorite toy as a child?
A rocking pony thing, and a Barbie kitchen set.
17. What is your favorite season?
Winter! I Love the winter in Chennai, and then I love dreaming about white winters and red fur coats.
18. Do you want your friends to e-mail you back?
Yea, but then again, actually I wont mind if they dint, most of my good friends aren’t ‘email’ people, they are ‘phone’ people, but am so an email person.
19. When was the last time you cried?
Day before Yesterday
20. What is on the floor of your closet?
All my shoes.
21. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending to.
Cant think of anyone now
22. What did you do last night?
Had an amazing fish curry dinner, was the online social butterfly for some time and then went to bed.
23. What are you most afraid of?
Fear. (We have nothing to fear but fear itself)
24. Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburger?
Spicy burger with cheese on it.
25. Favorite dog breed?
I don’t like dogs.
26. Favorite day of the week?
Friday
27. How many states have you lived in?
Tamil Nadu, (Kerala, Uttar Pradesh for one or two months a year during holidays).
28. Diamonds or pearls?
Defnitely Diamonds
29. What is your wish for this new year?
Happiness.
30. New year resolution?
To be a healthy and happy person.

I pass this to no one, but you are welcome to take this up if you like it.

Merry Chrismas and a Happy new year!

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Sun, 07 Dec 2008 13:05:00 +0000

UDHAN!

No, this is not a rant about Deccan airways not even about Kingfisher , speaking of kingfisher, when I woke up today my mom told me that there was this really nice looking kingfisher that had visited us while I was sleeping, it had been just outside our balcony and that she had even managed to capture it on cam, alas all I could see in the photo was the neighbor’s balcony, some people don’t realize that 'zoom' exists, getting close to a bird might not be such a good idea but ZOOM! How can ANYONE forget about that?

Oh and bout zoom, you know I mean the channel now, we don’t get it anymore, it just stopped coming on TV, where will I get all my celeb gossip from?, (apart from DC that is)

Bout the title, Udhan is this Ubercool band that played in college yesterday, man were they Good! and the lead singer was so totally cute, (Aren’t all lead singers, it’s like a 'By default’ thing now) and there was also a 'long haired' guy on the guitar (one of these days,I really should find out the difference between 'bass' guitar and whatever else there is)

So this is a typical band like looking band, but with some not so typical music, oh and yea its a Hindi band, the lead guy was definitely mallu!, (hello I can recognize a mallu even if he has lived in Antarctica all his life ok!)

The songs were were the kind that stays in your head, Does anyone know a link where I can download their songs?

We had a lot of fun and considering we were blackmailed to be in College on a Saturday, the band made up for it, and we were highhh After some madddd shopping earlier in the day.

Ok lemme go ~~study~~ , watch akkarakazhchakal.

Toodles

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Mon, 01 Dec 2008 15:49:00 +0000

Black

The Terror attacks have left everyone terrorized, and My heart goes out to the innocent victims who, for no fault of theirs suffered, there is still fear in all our hearts, fear that we don’t wish to show others for remarks like ‘What does like Chennai have for them to bomb?’ comes my way, but yet I know I love my country and I love my city, whatever said and done I fear for it. Then someone comes up and says Chennai is next, someone else insists it will be Hyderabad and somewhere across the room I hear someone say ‘Ya so Shivraj Patil has finally resigned’ what difference does it make now I ask.

We celebrated Ammuma’s Birthday yesterday, I made a cake, tried my hand at frosting it for the first time ever! Did what every beginner does, played around with the whipped cream, luckily it tasted good though it wasn’t such a pretty sight.

Went back to college after 5 whole holidays today, phew! How I hated it, hate it and will continue to hate, ok I know hate is a strong word, I dislike it, but then I did some soul searching, not just mine but other people’s too, ie people who suffer the same as me, and found that it is the lack of anything productive to do that is doing this to us, in other words, we are jobless and we don’t like it, or when we have something to do, we are, scolded, screamed at for the silliest of things and then overworked which obviously affects our performance and end up feeling that I could’ve done 10 times better, I know dealing with stress and working under pressure is important but this is like pressure in the pressure cooker with the ‘weight’ on its head. But then again, This is why I love life! Speaking of cookers lemme run, its pasta day today, and the head chef is needed in the kitchen.

Pic- The cake i made, It does look silly i know, but my ammuma was happy and more happy than a store cake could have made her so am i too!

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 14:58:00 +0000

November Rain!

Have you got soaked to the bone in the rain and squinted your eyes to get a clear view of a row of street lamps that looked like lanterns from heaven and felt happy when you thought about it later? Well I waded through knee deep water, shivered in the cold and had lot of fun ‘people watching’ i.e. watching people walk in the rain, walk fast, and the occasional person who outstretched his arms to resemble the wings of a bird and then ran! The sky was absolutely clear when Me and Amma left home to go out, but within 6 minutes of riding onto ECR, it was raining cats and dogs, God must ve been in a weird mood today! Not only were we soaked but it was impossible to ride any further as the rain was soopar heavy, we waited under a tree for some time and then when the rain seemed considerably lesser, decided to hop on to out bike and ride away, but four minutes later the rain was back to stage one, really heavy, and we found shelter in a place opposite the tree, well it takes come time to cross the road, the u-turns and all, you know what I mean anyway when I got home and heard my brand new floaters squeaking because of the water that had gotten in, I knew life was all about finding music where there is none!
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Dostana- a Lil dosti and a lot of bright designer clothes.

Its not often you watch two hindi movies in a week and think both of them are real good, well I saw Fashion and Dostana and liked both, the first for the clarity of its content and the second for its oomph! And Glamour and JOHN and Abhishek and Priyanka and Shilpa shetty. shilpa shetty! -She looks half her age and man!!! Looks like one of the stick figures we draw while learning flash.(Reminder to self- Twenty extra Jumps on the skip rope tomorrow). The now famous story line is actually refreshing and had the audience in splits throughout, and yea the whole of the theatre screamed and clapped and went hysterical whenever a new character came into the frame, even Kiron kher! the movie is very very ‘Karan joharish’, very very filmy, there is even a scene in which John pretends to be the character Shahrukh played in Kuch kuch hota hai, well I guess director Tarun Mansukhani though it wouldn’t do harm to screen some parts of karan’s earlier hits. The clothes though itsy bitsy were all a delight to the eye though I must add that John’s Orange watch looked well ‘Gay’, like the Bright happy Gay. The Little boy who acted as Bobby deol’s Son was the cutest boy I ve seen since I saw Biju Menon’s son on a magazine cover. The movie though typically filmy had a rather unconventional ending and left audiences asking for more, well I thin if you already haven’t, then you should go for this one. Iam not reviewing fashion simply because I think everyone who reads this should watch it, really.
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Pictures- Spot the Bird!

Dostana Image- Google images

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 06:49:00 +0000

Down Diwali lane

Seasons greetings, come Diwali and Ranganthan street becomes cut off from the rest of the world, not for people with extremely toned bodies and have the stamina to push themselves through the maddening crowds though, for the rest of us T-nagar might as well be Antarctica, Pondy bazaar Artica, lol. But it is the season of shopping and where does one head to in Chennai? T-nagar or Ranganthan street to be precise, to enjoy the sounds of nature that include catcalls, screeches and not to forget the loud blaring of horns and the constantly reminding by the police that your purse can be picked any minute, that however makes me wonder whether they ve brought a couple of thieves and left them there. And of course the boys who try to sell you toys made from plastic and yo-yos that light up when they fling it at your face, and sometimes successfully selling these yo-yos to enthusiastic shoppers who feel that someone has just said ‘let there be light’ and then bringing it home and discovering it isn’t as pretty as you thought it was. Yes, people in clothes stores act like everything is on sale for FREE! Pulling and tugging at something you ve just decided looks better than rest of the Bling clothes on display, someone buying the dress you liked and your size of the only pair of good shoes just before you could try them on. It helps that there is a juice and ice-cream store just at the entrance to Ranganathan street as everyone who is going in decides to take a drink before going in and people coming back refreshing themselves with sugarcane juice means that the entrance could have been plastered with plaster of Paris instead, as people just stand there leaving no place to even push people. And if you are lucky when you finally push through the human plaster and walk past you mite get a generous dollop of ice cream on your face from the kid who while being carried by a dad decided to stick an ice-cream cone at you. Then you have the boys who pull at your bags, walk beside you, in front of you but facing you i.e. they walk backwards asking you to get your material stitched at their tailoring shop, just an hour to stitch a salwar kameez and half an hour for a blouse, the shopkeepers who insist the blue saree looks best on you, the jewelry shop where again people pretend everything is free, not to forget shopkeepers calling out to you insisting that the nighties they have on display would REALLY look good oh you. Oh and yea the railway station at the end of it all, when you come back into the ‘world’ from Ranganthan street, remember to take a look into a mirror, trust me you will have an entirely new hair-do, and your clothes, no they wont get creased or wrinkled, they instead look like they have just been pressed, because after all they have, by people and not a machine.

Last heard- Saravana stores is doing brisk sales in oxygen cylinders, people who have managed to push through the crowds and reach the store are sold a couple of cylinders of oxygen before they can proceed inside the store.

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We however decided to skip this whole exercise this year, we wenr shopping fro Amma's sarees at Tulsi silks and Salwars at Shristi aka Sanskriti, I bought a few salwars at Shristi, (Silk, I bought Silk!), a pair of jeans at Zentrum and tops from all the other stores I went to, these of course were no where in the vicinity of Ranganathan street or T-nagar even as we did most of our shopping in Adyar -Thiruvanmyur area itself, Achan (My father) went and got himself a few shirts from some brand store and I picked out a really cool looking green striped shirt from zentrum for him, he loved it, or at least that’s what he told me. Ohhh yea I must add the sponsor for all my diwali shopping was my ……….. Dang dang… ‘AMMMMUMAAA’ she also bought me a gold plated watch (she bought me- means she gave me money, I picked it out) and its better and cooler than the other 18 watches I own, well Diwali Shopping is one hellova experience, next comes Step two in Diwali celebrations, making sweets and guess who is all geared up for that.

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Ohh by the way I want to tell you something serious as well, Iam sure you have heard about the ‘Re 1’ rice that the government is selling to the poor, through ration shops, well the ration shop guys are selling it at 5 Rs for normal people. And we bought some, its actually good rice; we are making our diwali ‘Murukkus’ this year with it. Well to add insult to injury the poor people get it at Rs 5 too, and not the Re 1 as promised. I think it is high time that Politicians stop election sops, And to people who are going to blame me for buying that rice, the same rice goes to shops where it sells for Rs 22 a Kilo, I rather just buy it for Rs 5.

Picture- Google Images

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Mon, 20 Oct 2008 11:14:00 +0000

Brown and Pink

The following is an exchange with a guy who decided to Message me today and insisted that I was his best friend ‘Anto’
The sentences in bold are those I did text back but I did choose to remain silent through his repeated messages and the remaining are those I wish I had. So lets call this guy Madson, or better Pagalputtar, ok we ll go with Madson, his real name is Aravind or so he told me. I am putting his name here coz if EVER he does read this post then he should know what a loser he was.

So my phone beeps with a really annoying tone, (the message tone on my phone is starting to sound annoying)

Madson -‘hey hous u long time we spoke hou r u?’

Me – hey am good! How are you? Who is this btw, I don’t seem to have your number stored.

Madson- ‘Tis is Aravind da’

Me – WHO?

Madson – ‘Is it Anto?’

Yea it is , Antony gonsalvas. (I Dint reply)

Madson- ‘ hey anto tis is aravind man’

Sure thing!

Madson- ‘ Guess u r bz, wll msg later or u msg whn u fre’

Yea cool!

A Minute later

Madson- who’s tis?

Err I thought u thought I am busy, ohh bz.

Madson- gues I gt the wrng # anyways Hi iam aravind….. and u?

How about Paris Hilton?

But then- I replied and said

Hey its Anto

Madson- hey its not Anto I did get the wrng #

Wrng #? Yea I d like to wring your neck! U said I was Anto, not Me!

Madson- sory if It was disturbing really sory

yea am Disturbed, and now all I wana do is run into a ditch.

Half a min later

Madson- hey u thr?

I thought u din want to ‘disturb me’

Madson- gues ur angry and lil 2 mch………

now WHAT was that ?

I go to check on my steamed custard pudding, phone rings, when iam back I have 2 missed calls and a message from that number (the number ends with 143 yuck!)

Madson- jst cld 2 apolohise Motin mch

you wanted to WHAT?

Madson- so whats your name

Kuppama sheldon, actually no how about Widiepoo Schwarzenegger.

Madson – ‘well me not a bad guy and am wrkn so dnt wry’

Your working so I shouldn’t be worried??? About what? The Porche I am gona ask you to buy me??? Oh wait I think you mean u have a bad boss so your gona commit suicide soon, something like that?

Madson – Hi am aravind and ur name?

Even a Blond would’ve figured out your name was Aravind by now, no racism here, iam sure blonds have difficulty in figuring out names like ‘ sriraghavajayanthirajaswamipoligopalan’.

Madson – Anywayz gues u dnt wish 2 msg me if @l u wana u cn…

Wow! Good guess, and it’s a ‘guess’ not a ‘gucci’, yea sure thing I will message when i So need help in learning Sms language.

Well I ve been in a real bad mood today because of something that happened yesterday!, do you believe it, I mean I am never in a bad mood when I wake up and to think I slept on it and woke up with the bad feeling, well if you’ve been guessing then don’t, I made a mistake yesterday, a huge one. My mother who was sleeping in my room refused to talk to me for the rest of the day and even my darling ammuma was upset with life after what happened, hmm it doesn’t have anything to do with a guy but yes I will tell you the mistake I made, I mean don’t we all learn from our mistakes, Errr I saw ‘Kidnap’!

Another Review-

How bad can Hindi movies get? Kid-nap has no kids in it and you could take a nap instead of spending time watching this one, you have Imran khan playing a kidnapper, Minissha Lamba as the eighteen year old ‘kid’, who is she kidding by playing a 18 yr old? now Vidya malvade (if that’s her name) would’ve made a more convincing 18 year old, but no! She plays Minissha’s mom. So Kabir (Imran khan) kidnaps Sonia (yea Minissha, and have they run out of names, was ‘Sonia’ the best they could think of?) when she is swimming in the sea (her private beach abroad, by the look of it)
Manissha refuses to believe she is kidnapped, (am not surprised) and insists the Napper takes her to the beach for a ‘bath’ so she can stab him with a broken bottle, the kidnapper also seems to have arranged for a personal bikini stylist for the kidnapped.
Now the plot is how Kabir tries to get even with Vikrant Raina (A unhappy looking Sanjay Dutt) by kidnapping his only daughter who is in the custody of his ex wife.
Vikrant is a billionaire with little time for family and lots of arrogance, or so we have to understand, Sanjay Dutt seems to have forgotten how to act. Kabir refuses to deal with Sonia’s mom and want to talk only to Vikrant, to get back his daughter he has to play a dangerous game and that involves Burglary from his arch rival, breaking a prisoner free from jail, and at one point even murder.
It turns out that Vikrant sent Kabir to jail when he was merely a boy, and he wanted to avenge him for his lost life, the flash back was not just badly written but made me want to throw up. And coming to the parts where Kabir holds Sonia captive,
My mom asked me (while I was watching it, in her sleep). ‘ Why is he raping her for so long?’ and all I had to day was ‘ they are having a fight mom’
Now I must add that the kidnapping unites Sonia with her dad who she’s been longing to see for the past ten years, and they become a happy family, eh!
And yea, Kabir and Sonia dont fall in love at the end of the movie, iam adding this here because you should understand that going to this flick might cause some serious mood injuries, Chuck this flick, forget on DVD this flick is not even worth the Popcorn it comes free with.

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Fri, 17 Oct 2008 11:48:00 +0000

Hello! A Review

A call center, six people and god, if you’ve read Chetan Bhagat’s ‘One night in a call center’ then ‘Hello’ can be given a miss, but if you liked the book so much that you were waiting for the silver screen version then you mustn’t let the bad reviews deter you from doing so. If you haven’t read the book then see the movie, something is better than nothing at all.
A mystery woman he meets in an airport narrates the story to a happy looking Salman khan, on a condition that the story should be made into a movie.
Six people in a call center and very different problems faced by them forms the story, each of them unique yet you can see the common thread that binds them quite clearly, and then when they are on the verge of death, God calls them up (!), they decide to turn over new leaves but not like the stereotype movie ‘good’ image.
The romance of Shyam and Priyanka that had to have an emergency landing courtesy priyanka’s mom’s NRI obsession, Radhika’s mean mother-in-law and Their boss’s Obsession for the whites make the movie Filmi but not quite unreal.
The flick has everything that a movie requires to become a hit, Patriotism, Songs and the works but yet somewhere something is amiss, a few loose threads that are tied up only if you’ve read the book, bad acting or rather overacting by a few characters, the characters seem real but yet they don’t leave a lasting impression, Military Uncles dialogues, Priyanka’s mom’s acting all seem exaggerated and border on the line of weirdness. The incidents (Except the phone call of course) seem real and by the time you get into the mood of the movie, its over, no not coz its short, it simply takes you time. However I still suggest you watch this movie, maybe you will take a new look on things (?)
The movie does give you a look into the world of call centers and the 35=10 thing (that an average 35 old American has the brains of a 10 year old Indian) actually leaves me wondering whether Indians are just plain smarter or there is something in the educational system we all blame so much, that contributes to this.
I remember that I thought the book was too filmi to be a book, but now I ve changed my mind, its ok for books to be filmi but not visa versa, so I ve realized I prefer the Filmi book to the movie.
Well the fascination for the US does not seem to end, no matter how many movies are made or how many Bakshi’s are bashed up, speaking of that I just remembered that I have an exam tomorrow, well its on international relations, yea the movie was on that as well so I guess it counts as studying, watch the movie and tell me if you liked it okay? Toodles.

Pic- Google images

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Wed, 15 Oct 2008 16:05:00 +0000

Break-up, Break down or a brake failure.

My parents are going to dis-own me if I break anything else, it all started with a small plate that slipped out of my hands while I was facing a ‘Pril challenge’ then I let a jug of water slip down from my hands, *Gulp* it was a very expensive jug and it broke into a million pieces, after that I dropped a bowl but thank god it was not made of china but some kinda plastic, now at dinner I spilt pineapple juice on the table and my plate, had to clean up the whole thing and then spilt butter a whole pack of butter went crashing down like an upturned pudding on the floor, thankfully managed to save the la Opala plate it was on . Phew! I hate it, something is seriously wrong with my hands, it doesn’t seem to be listening to what iam ordering it to do, or its just being plain rude to me. Whatever! Anyway I have an exam tomorrow, it’s a paper on current affairs, and I haven’t prepared and nor does it help that I read the party page of the newspaper with more interest than the news. Well I went on a shopping spree to forget all my ‘breaking’ woes, but then I broke more things when I got back so now iam back to triangle-one, yea triangle, squares are boring actually not all that boring but definitely not as bad as the Weird shaped bowl I got free with a pack of ‘good day’ biscuits, its got the weirdest shape ive ever seen! Well I love buying things that have something free with it, and most of the time end up buying things that I don’t even really need but just for the irrelevant free gift, that reminds me, I spilt some blue ink of ammuma’s saree today, haha, but that wasn’t one of my ‘accidents’ (Euuu—Not That Accident!!!) I got a bottle of invisible ink free with a jim jam biscuit haha! Am off now; to watch the news and hope some of it features in tomorrow’s exam and of course to splash some more blue ink on unsuspecting people with white clothes… Toooodles!

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Sun, 12 Oct 2008 16:26:00 +0000

Exams, Constitution, One hour and a cake.

Its raining cats and dogs, and no i dint step into a Poodle, infact i havent stepped out of the house in more than 48 hrs, really, havent even gone to the terrace, and that doesn’t mean I was studying or anything, coz I wasn’t, infact I spent a lot of that time watching Disney channel. (Yea I still watch Disney)

I have the whole of this month off, do u believe it, I mean I can just hang around, do nothing and while away time for the entire MONTH! Those who ve read my posts know how my college conducts exams, well we have loads of holidays and a few exams in between, this time we have 3 exams and I haven’t studied a thing, well ok I have studied a bit but then not much, I just shopped, partied, and had fun, and celebrated Pooja.

Well it’s pouring outside, and Ammuma has a terrible cough and it’s really sad to see an old person suffering because even a small cough becomes a catastrophe when it hits the aged. And to bring about a smile on her tired looking face I baked a special cake for her, she seems a bit better today but still looks really tired.

And I thought I l post a really easy cake here, it just takes around an hour to make it but is yummy, infact I discovered this cake quite late and made ‘difficult’ cakes that dint taste as good but required twice the time and effort.

To make this ‘one hour cake’ you need to go shopping first, of course all good things start with shopping for it, like Diwali and Onam. Now when you shopping for the cake remember to buy all of the listed things

Shopping list

White sugar (Powdered) – 1 cup

½ Cup Butter

2 Eggs

2 Teaspoons vanilla extract

1 ½ Cups Flour (Maida)

1 ¾ Teaspoons Baking powder

½ Cup Milk

One Street Wear Super Gloss Lip gloss

Ok, you can skip the gloss if you want but then all my shopping lists have a brand new lip-gloss so I thought I d put it in anyway. You can also buy a few pots, pans, and forks if you have none at home, but then presuming you do lets talk about what you should do once you get home.

Now that you are home and have tried out your new Gloss,

-Preheat oven to 175 Degrees C (350 Degrees F)

-Grease and dust your cake tin/ pan

-In a moderately big bowl, cream together the sugar and butter, beat the eggs one at a time in another bowl and add them to this, then stir in the vanilla.

-Add the flour and baking powder to this creamy mixture and mix well, finally stir in the milk*, beat for at least 5 minutes until the batter is smooth.

-Pour the batter into the prepared pan

-Bake for 35- 40 minutes in the preheated oven.

-Your cake is done ; you can also practice your icing skills on this.

*You may need more than ½ cup but then in most cases you wont, if you feel your batter is too tight add some more milk.

This cake is ideally eaten hot on a cold day. I usually eat it at odd hours coz I generally bake at night. No doubt does one enjoy a hot cake better at two in the night. The constitution of India doesn’t prohibit people baking in the night, but yea my mom does, hehe no actually even she doesn’t now, speaking of the constitution I have an exam tomorrow and no brownies for guessing its on the Indian constitution, well I did study a ‘bit’ lemme run along now I must revise. So if your not a 'bake' (haha i wont tell you wat it means) make the cake.

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 11:13:00 +0000

RAINBOW

Another tag..... Mahima tagged me

what have you realized recently?
That i waste time being unhappy sometimes, when all i should be doing is being HAPPPY!

2. Have you given your first kiss away?
What is a 'first'?

3. If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 11 blog buddies you would take?
It wouldnt be deserted if iam taking along 11 people would it? then again, i d take everyone.

4. Where is the place you want to go the most?
Rome.

5. If you have one dream to come true, what would it be?
That i should be the richest person in the world. actually no that i should be the happiest person with the most money, lol.

6. Do you believe in seeing the rainbow after the rain?
Yes! and the pot of gold at the end of it.

7. What are you afraid of losing the most now?
My confidence. but then i know i wont lose it, so my Phone, i dono why, not that i love so much or anything i feel it ll just go

8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?
Build my dream house, i hope i win it soon, the value of the dollar is coming down. $i million dollars is 4.6 crore rupees.

9.If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?
Maybe.

10. List out 3 good points about the person who tagged you
Ahh i love this part, Mahi is like my lil sis nd though i only know her online i love her,
1. She writes really well
2. She is pretty and from what i know is a peoples person
3. She has awesome taste in books, celebs etc... she is also very creative; you can c that from the poems on her blog.

11.What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?
Should be Kind hearted, understanding, blah balah shouldnt be evil or mean, should dance, (atleast a bit), should be good looking but shouldnt be self obsessed. Should read once in a while.

12. What type of people do you hate the most?
I dont hate anyone.

13. What is the one thing you can't live without?
My answer is 'Lipgloss', not that i ll die without it, but then when i die i like to look good. :d

14. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?
I prefer they tell me about it rather than discussing among themselves.

15. This question has gone for a walk.

16. Are you a shopaholic or not?
YES YES YES.

17.Find a word to describe the person who tagged you
Sweet

18.If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?
i d like to be a bit more outspoken.

19. What’s the last shocking thing you've seen or heard?
Oh! i cant actually write it here, quite shocking. but then other than that i cant think of anything else, actually i dont shocked much, we ve gotten used to hearing shocking stuff on tv everyday.

20. Would you rather have love but no money or money but no love?
You can make money whenever you want but not love, hmmmm or maybe if i have a lot of money then i ll find real love. :d nah,... i want both.

I tag:

Ishwaria

Ferrin

Solo

Anyone else who wants to do the tag.

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Sun, 07 Sep 2008 11:10:00 +0000

Brown Bells....

One hellova mad week this was, warning…. Looooong post.

We had four exams in 2 days, and no easy ones, at the end of the second day not only had my brain frozen but my hands were still in the action of writing fast. Phew! We had to write answers worth 100 marks in just one and half hours, so here is a list of things to do during exams.

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Things to do-

Drink a glass of REDBULL before leaving for exams.

Coffee? Yea yea will do

Pee Before going into the exam.

Check Pens, Pencils, etc, if you don’t have something make a mental checklist of people you can borrow it from.

Have a bottle of water with you at the exam, its cool of you have a green branded water bottle.

Make sure you study enough to pass

Don’t make passes at the examiner/Teacher.

Stay up all night studying

Because you watched a movie in the afternoon, doesn’t help if the movie was Devdas.

Carry a watch with you; preferably wear it on your wrist

Don’t go to an exam on an empty stomach.

If you need to take your lip-gloss, do so, its ok! better than forgetting all answers because you don’t have it.

Use a scented pen

Think of all possible answers for a question, write the one you like least, chances are that your teacher will like that one best.

Remember at all time, you are the best

Don’t read enroute to the exam on the bus.

Its ok if you fail, its not if you die, so don’t try to cram notes while crossing the road.

Don’t try storing answers in the drafts of your mobile, phones aren’t allowed anyway.

If it is an open book exam its sensible to not use the books.

Now again remember you are the best and you are ready to face any exam!

Apart from the exams there has been a lot of spice in my otherwise boring life, we celebrated ganesh chaturthi without the ‘ganesh umbrella’ this year. This umbrella is usually a small non- foldable umbrella which is held/ kept for the ganesh idol on the day of chaturthi. Legend has it that, the umbrella is kept so that the moon won’t see ganesha and vice versa. I hope you know the story if not check this or this out, there are many versions however. This is the first time we are celebrating the festival without the umbrella and I felt quite bad about not buying the colourful thing.

The next day all of us landed up in college and even gave attendance, after which they tell us that it is a holiday and that we could go home, weren’t we overjoyed! Alas they should’ve told us beforehand, a wasted morning. But anyway we had a whole day of fun minus the current/power playing with Prat’s puppy Pug ‘Lindt’. Chennai is facing acute power shortage and we have to forego one and a half hour of our life. Seriously ‘life’ coz life just comes to a standstill without power.

Ive also been doing a lot of cooking/baking this week and will post pictures on photoblog.

Was watching South Indian Filmfare awards on Surya TV today, how fake can they get? Do they think that everyone watching the show is a stupid loser? Well they are losers though, serious losers, everyone knows that Madavan and Sindura were the emcees of the awards. But No! This channel had two of its Veejays pretending to be hosting the awards in the studio with an animated Filmfare background. If that was not annoying enough, they did not look into the camera but kept looking around the room as though they were in front of a large audience. They did not realise that the audience aren’t usually at eye level with the emcees, and that even real emcees seem to be looking into the camera as they place the cameras like that. Phew! You should’ve seen the girls dress, and they wither kept playing the same thing over and over or that girl actually kept repeating her dialogue, which was “And the black lady goes to……..” Losers…. They should watch the show, seriously, only that can be punishment for their acts of stupidity.

Shobana and Vineeth’s dance stole the show, it was the best part of the whole thing. And then Hansika Motwani, phew how time flies! Couldn’t believe it is the same ‘Shaka laka boom boom girl’ (that is a kid’s serial by the way.) who was dancing to some Telugu song with Itsy bitsy clothes.

Now lets give away Our awards…

The Worst dressed at the awards:

Yes, you guessed right, the fake Compere girl, but because she wasn’t part of the actual event, this prize goes to Tamil movie actress Sneha. Well reason? Iam no animal rights activist but a Salwar-Kameez of something that resembles snakeskin doesn’t look good no matter who wears it. Even Vidya Balan wouldn’t wear something like that.

Best Dressed:

Katrina kaif; oh yes she looked nice in a pastel strappy number. Nayantara was another surprise, she is an example of turning ‘diva’ overnight. She beat both Trisha and Shreya with her clothes and make up. The best dance costume was Shobana’s, and man. She changed real fast, and changing between dances can get really stressful if you have to go on stage in some time, but here was shobana who changed into a complicated dress within minutes. I wonder if the two dances were edited to become one. Otherwise even for a professional she must’ve been real quick, because usually the dancer wears one of the dresses inside the other one if there is not going to be much time or quickly wears it over the first dress during the 2 min break. Either way it takes 2-3 minutes, but Shobana did neither, yet appeared on stage in what seemed 1-1.50 mins.

Other Facts –

Mohanlal is FAT!
Vimala Raman is pretty.
I don’t like Jayaprada, she is so fake.
It was fun watching it anyway. Lol

Onam celebrations have started, iam going for my first Onam celebration this year, my Nair samajam’s celebration is tonight, then we have a host of these evenings, with each and every malayalee association coming up with ways to be better than the rest. So cheers! Happy days……

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 15:27:00 +0000

Dang Dang Green!

Most educated people don’t beat their kids anymore, but then there are tons of kids who are brutally hit by parents, teachers and other people as well. Well iam not an advocate of corporal punishment but then sometimes just sometimes you need to resort to it to leave a lasting impression. Ive never been hit when I was small, now don’t say that is why iam such a spoilt person, but iam sure when I have a kid and it behaves Real bad, then I shall use my whacking skills, am already practicing.
Around 4-5 years ago, I stayed in a rented flat and the kid above our house used to cry at 7.30 sharp every morning, now this ritual of screams from the 1st floor was like an alarm for us to know it was seven thirty, we found out within a few days that the kid was hit/slapped by her mother every day at 7.30, reason being that she would not brush her teeth if she wasn’t hit, that was the weirdest excuse ever, I would’ve probably taught the kid the reasons and advantages of brushing teeth, the poor kid cried all the way to school everyday, I remembered her while listening to the news today as Obama’s wife has the same name as that poor kido. I wonder if parents have ever beaten her, Obama’s wife I mean.

My mom however will tell you a different story, parents now threaten to go to the press if the teachers so much as warn the children of punishments, so my mom, a Teacher, feels that it is better to not get into controversies, what if the kids go bad in the bargain? Parents don’t seem to care vidya I do my best in straightening things out, she said, "but sometimes it doesn’t work, in those cases I has to overlook it, and not care about them, its not what we want to do, but then we don’t really have a choice."

"Kochu kutigal kuttam cheidhal Koolu mutaii, DANG dang"

My uncle used to say this to my when I was small, literally translated it means

When little kids make mistakes, they get ‘dang dang’ with a Lollypop.

The lollypop however referring to a cane/stick rather than its sweet equivalent. And ‘dang’ to a you know what. (Spanking!)

Even Enid Blyton’s hostel stories had an unwritten rule that badly behaved kids got a spank with the biggest hairbrush they could find.

If you have any ‘spanking stories’ or ‘naughty stories’ of how you almost got spanked post them in the comments section. I cant remember even one, I must’ve been a really good kid.

Ps- The title has the color Green, coz Green is therapeutic and so is a Spank.

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Sat, 23 Aug 2008 10:59:00 +0000

Orange

Math, the four letter word i hated most in school, actually i kinda did well in it after 10th, but then i slogged, went for all the tuitions possible, and then by the end of it, i knew i d pass math, but i d spent so much of time on it that i got acute fear that i d fail all other subjects.. well people say someone who s dumb in math is generally dumb, hmm iam not dumb, jus tht i couldn't get those numbers right, i still count on my fingers once in a while, its ok to me now, i learnt it the hard way, its just that i wasn't made for math, 2 hrs of coaching in the morning, 2 hours after school and then night-study for another hour and of course not to forget all the school math classes that happened in between all of this. But then i can do enough math to survive, know much money i have left to go shopping, how much i should get back from a shop owner etc, so what if i dont know Trigonometry? what is it used for anyway? to send up rockets? well i launced enough rockets on Diwali to be happy about, without being good in trigonometry. hmmm math doesn't suck, but it hates me i can c.

See i told you, am smart!

I read this Agatha Christie yest and then dreamt that i was a character in it, its actually been a while since i read Christie so maybe it kinda got inside my head or something... lol, well anyway it was called 'and then there were none' you should read it if you are the crime type.

i also read 'the 3 mistakes of my life' by Chetan bhagat, i liked it, yes i did, though many people gave me bad reviews i went ahead and bought the book, it was a nice read, a rather believable story, maybe that's why most people dint like it, it has no magic, the romance is like an ordinary one, though sometimes it kinda was weird, and the story is a really cute and very realistic one.

was watching Suite life the other day and am totally in love with this guy Jessie Mcarty.

Well life is on a high, Loadsa work, loadsa funstuff and the like ,but there seem to be small time injuries to everyone, there wa Blood on ammas nose after a hair pin poked it, wierd! and then a small clock fell on my toes and there was so much of blood that everyone kinda paniced, though it dint really hurt much, am still wondering how such a small clock hurt me so badly, and then just now i hit my hand on the computer screen and the elessu i was wearing poked me and dang.... blood oozes out of my wrist, really strange.
and yea i saw 'Jaane tu ya jaane na' again in college yesterday, i decided i like it more than i liked it last time

and wish you all a happy Janmastami.

ps- tht s not the head of 'hangman'

Mele Maanathu...

Click on it to listen to the song.

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Mon, 18 Aug 2008 15:04:00 +0000

Blue

Being ill is such a bad phase of life, i know people who love getting a sore throat and that occasional fever but me NAH! cant stand anything that keeps me from doing things... wasted my 3 day weekend on a stomach bug or food poisoning ot whatever you call it these days, and was home all weekend ... but then i did get to read some good stuff after the first two days when i was in bed all day. ehh! how i hate wasted days, had planned a hundred things to do and now with my not-fully ok self am trying to do everything in a hurry...
ok i ll stop making my blog a personal complaint cell, the gold medal is exciting stuff... India has arrived i d say. did you know that the gold and silver Olympic medals must be made out of 92.5 percent silver, with the gold medal covered in six grams of gold, found this online a while back, i always thought the olympics gold medal would be solid gold. Abhinav Bindra seems to have bcome the new Dhoni, i must admit ad ppl who have been on the lookout for a new kinda idol will love him and it helps that he is cute..
I expected sania mirza to make some news, pity she lost

Well havent seen a new movie in ages, can anyone recommend a good one?
Posting two songs i like(d), not able to get the second one out of my head.

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Thu, 07 Aug 2008 15:07:00 +0000

I wandered lonely as a cloud…
I was just contemplating how life would be if I was a cloud, I d be cool and glide through the blue skies and look down on greedy selfish and stupid people, Float over rivers and parks. On second thoughts I d have to come down as rain, so I d rather be just me. My existence has become some kinda weird monotone song, that goes on and on with maybe the wrong notes, not a unhappy song, but definitely the wrong song, am not unhappy, just lonely.

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Thu, 07 Aug 2008 14:55:00 +0000

So what does one do when stressed, which is like, every minute??? Go to a spa, hmm nice, but it gets boring there as well; my answer to stress is the four-letter word…. Yes ‘SHOP’ till you drop!

When in need

After searching for the perfect Anarkali for 3 days in around 14 shops, I finally found a blue one, and guess where, in the boutique closest to home, the one I thought I shouldn’t go coz its way too near my house, then on the fourth day I finally decided to go there and give it a shot too, I discovered that I should ve gone there first, instead of wasting all of my (and ammas) energy and petrol in checking out all the shops that exist in chennai.

Now this post is a shopping guide on places in chennai, you can shop at, if you are in chennai then you can check out places you haven’t been too, and incase you’ve never been to chennai then you can check some of these places the next time you are here.

Lets start right at the beginning, My most favorite shop is LIFESTYLE, now this shop has only branded stuff and really nice brands at that, most normal people in chennai shop at lifestyle, which explains why it is crowded throughout, you can catch a celebrity shopping here if you hang around for long, there is always some one popular there because of the availability of all major brands maybe,
Another reason why I totally love lifestyle is because they have clothes in my size, now all the other major shops have a very small selection range for ‘s’ (small size), I really don’t understand why though, and I am forced to buy pretty looking stuff in big sizes and alter it. (now, altering branded clothes is the worst thing ever, and my tailor charges me a Bomb for altering, sometimes even more than what he charges for stitching a new dress).
And this particular shop also has other stuff I like, like art, and décor and all those stuff I totally love to spend hours choosing. Also the favorable location of lifestyle makes it a hub of college people and celebrities alike, and of course if you get tired shopping there is a café coffee day right inside lifestyle, that is if you don’t want to go up to the food court. Once you are done shopping at lifestyle and you are on big budget you can go to GLOBUS, this place has lovely kurthis and salwar kameez sets; the prices are, like lifestyle on the higher side. I somehow don’t buy stuff from globus even though I go there often, WESTSIDE has a bevy of in-house brands that are really cool for college wear and the like and they also have most brands of jeans. The latest to join the bandwagon is STYLE ONE , which like its name has loadsa stylish stuff, it’s a huge shop, and has most major brands, but ofcourse most of the stuff is large, and even the medium is big for me, ahhh dumb people! If you are a woman/girl who wears medium or large sizes (meaning if you are fat) (hahaha, I like this) you could go to FABINDIA, they have really nice stuff in amazing materials, in BIG sizes, which again means it’s a no-no for me, but I love the stuff there though.

Now if u don’t want to buy branded or designer stuff (am not even going into the latter in this post) you could buy Tee-shirts, cute tops, party wear, cheap kurti/salwar materials. And really pretty (and hep) shoes from Besent nagar. This is a safe option for people who don’t like to venture into the crowded streets of T-nagar and the stuff is Besi is generally classier.
And you have these small shops near the beach that sell tees and skirts and accessories, and bright colored party tops that are actually export rejects but are perfect for those crazy parties coz you aren’t gona be spending a bomb.
Ahh iam tired now, ok if you want to go saree shopping then you can check out shops like, Nalli, Kumaran, Chennai silks and the like, for designer sarees just walk down cathedral road, you can find shops left right and centre.
Woeyyy,,,…. Even talking about shopping makes me happy! Happy shopping people!!

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Found this in drafts, wrote it sometime back.

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Sun, 29 Jun 2008 14:20:00 +0000

Fag? Nah, Bag a TAG!

Its been quite a while since I posted and this time its yet another tannng dannng dannn, Eya I know you already guessed from the title, it’s a TAG! Well it’s a first time tag, meaning I made the tag, and it’s a simple one. Actually it’s a photo tag but since I made this tag I thought It should be in my main blog, Ok now I ll how you how this tag works

You have to take 3 pictures, so take out your camera and be ready to shoot, you can go outdoors as well.
The first picture should be of one thing you really love
The second of something you despise/ hate (Neednt necessarily be a thing)
The third picture should be of something that best describes your mood at that particular point of time.

(You can also use pictures you ve already taken, but make sure you explain why you chose it)
The next picture is one of yourself, BUT, not a passport size photo, a funny one, or one where you don’t look like the normal you. Hah!

Then post them on to your blog with an explanation, then, tag others. And hey no one will laugh at your funny pic.

Mine first

I love

The Beach...

Coz its always there for me when i want it, helps me save electricity because it gives me breeze.

I Hate

Cheera Thoran (Spinach)
Because its tastes bad, its green and hmmm its not chicken.

My mood now is...

Colourful!

Like Green apple crush, grape Crush and black raisins (black is a colour rite?)

Making a face.

:) This one doesnt really need an explanation right.. hehe ... Crazzyy me ! like always.

I d like to tag everyone who owns a camera, and ofcourse everyone on my sidebar linklist. plzz do it, am waiting to see yours.

Vidya

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Sun, 15 Jun 2008 09:50:00 +0000

The 'Alphabet', i bet!

The very thought that I have to go back to college tomorrow is spoiling my funday, well
Its not that coll is a bad place to be in or anything, its been two years in that hole, and yet we are just so not used to being there.
By the way am doing a tag that I lifted from no where, No one tagged me.

A
America

The land of ‘bush’es and the owners of Bpos, they make our Indian friends stay up all night. They also say its coz of us eating too much that there aint any food in the world.

B
Books

Things I cant live without, things that make man cut down trees.

C
Cake

Just made one now. Its best when you can bake you cake and eat it too.

D
Dumbo

Yea that’s what you are.

E
Elephant

My favourite being ‘Pambadi Rajan’. You should watch E 4 elephant on Kairali channel for more on him.

F
Foolproof

That’s how I like my plans to be.

G
Girl. God

I love being one, it’s a girlie girl thing, and God, yes I believe in god.

H
Hitler

Nazi rule comes into my head, but it’s the mustache that I choose to remember.

I
I,/ India

I, me , myself. , yes I love this place, though I rather call it ‘hindusthan’

J
Jealous

Iam of paris hilton. (joke)

K
Kill

Like ‘kill’ a story, no, cant happen.

L
Limousine

The limousine ride, ohh cant ever forget that.

M
Money

Yes, loads of it, money matters.

N
Not

Not more than family and life though.

O
Octopus, orangutan

Haven’t ever seen one

P
Pen

Instrument, lifeline

Q
Quorum
The quorum for our family meetings is 4, meaning everyone HAS to be present.

R
Run!
That is what pratiksha tells me the minute she sees a bus.

S
Sinbad the sailor. Sinful dessert

A story I don’t remember. Black forest cake

T
The Da vinci code

All time favourite book. (Yes I like it)

U
Umberela

Popy nano, Or a blue Colambo koda

V
Vidya

Ahh how I love her.

W
Wellcome

A nice word.

X
Xray

Picture of my bones.

Y
Yes, Yesterday

Yes, can I do that yesterday? Iam a lil busy now.

Z
Zebra crossing. Zero

Where??? Where???? I see none.

Zzzzzzzzzz…..

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 15:57:00 +0000

Endu cheyana?

I wake up with a zit on my face!, My perfect first day to the perfect last year in college and i have a zit on my face!!!

I own a lot of clothes, all kinda stuff, yet every time i am getting ready to go out i find i have an acute shortage, some kinda wierd phenomenon it is. Maybe its time for that Big shopping trip, or wait, dint i just do tht last week.

I want to read 'Stranger in the mirror' - Sydney sheldon, but the pirated book guy doesnt have it, and i dont want to buy the original.

Iam Back to college and i hate it.

I just realised i dont know what to do after this course

iam insecure, and crazy and fickle minded, did i mention i keep Changing my mind.

I am hungry all the time, hungry like HUNGRY, its wierd, i can eat 4 idlis even after eating a subway sandwitch.

People think iam losing weight, when iam not.

Old dude-

Ayoo molayy, veetil onim tarunile?? enda enganeyy melinju irikune??

Me- Poverty.

adu onim kudichal pora molay, Harlicks aa naladhu.

People think my name doesnt suit me.

Another old person

Molay, ne aa Maya de mol ale, paer enda

Vidya lakshmi.

ahh kolam, veetil enda vilikune, minu nu arikim ale? molay kanan oru minu look unde, ale Chinnu nu ano?

Veetilninu Vilikimbol nyan mobilil 'Sweet home' ena save cheytirikunadu.

Ehhh? Ahh kolam kolam oro pudiye paerugale, Aaa shoshame de mutha molu plessly de molude paer 'xixi' na.

~~~

Its a wierd day, just got back from the beach, maybe the breeze got to my head.

and yea

10 ml of Printer ink costs Rs 788, iam glad Vehicles dont run on it.

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Ps- i get self obsessed a lot, :) bear with me. (i mean a teddy)

noreply@blogger.com (VIDYA) — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 06:23:00 +0000

Am posting the whole story again so that you wont have to browse to remember.

Wat Linda did.

As Jyothi Sat down on the bench in her garden, her maid a young woman clad in a salwar kameez, the kind that some bargain shops pass of as ‘designer’, brought her tea, The bone china she was carrying, the garden, the house all seemed to say out aloud, ‘ iam rich’. Jyoti was Jyoti to just herself now, no one called her that any more, she was ‘aunty’ to the neighbours, Didi to an elderly neighbour, and ‘maa’ to everyone else. And now ‘maa’ was looking at the coverpage of ‘Filmfare’, I wonder why we buy these she thought to herelf, then she reminded herself that a household was a well off one only if they bought atleast five magazines a month and subscribed for atleast 3 newspapers a day, so what if I don’t read them, its nice own them she thought, On the coverpage and the centre pages of the magazine was Linda a beautiful actress whose figure every one around seemed to admire, oogle at and envy, but to jyoti she was just another pretty face.

Jyoti’s story was not a pleasant one, but now she was very well off, recieveing high sums of money from her son who had left home years ago, She had been married off to Ramesh when she was 19 and then the 20 years that followed was a difficult life with little money, some clothing and A roof over their 3 heads, the third one being the only reason jyothi and ramesh stayed together through those years, Amar, he was a happy boy, pleasant faced and all, jumping up and down with happiness when India won a wicket or got a few runs…. He wanted to be a cricketer and he was good at the game, but his parents dint appreciate it, nor did they encourage his plans of getting on the field bat in hand.

‘You should become a software enginner’ said ramesh,

‘No, Balls,….

‘WHAT?’

and a bat, that what I want!

You good for nothing oaf! You are never going to succeed in life!

And this dialogue went on and on…. Till Amar was 20

~~~~ Leap ~~~~

Amar is now the goodlooking, hunk type cool guys, the kind that girls would do anything to be seen with. And he loves to be seen with each of them too, after all the complaints and ‘future proposals’ jyoti received from parents of pretty neighbours, she sent him away to mumbai to study enginnering….

*point---- if your wondering why they sent him to mumbai and not tamil nadu… to study engineering, then remember, everything in this story is fiction, there are as many colleges in mumabi as in tamilnadu that give engineering seats even if you have low marks, provided you take the cash in suitcases. (dad says cheques in Suitcases, but that lame I know)

ok coming back to Amar, he was great at writing and cricket and also walked the ramp for his college fashion team.

Sensible as he was, Amar decided to decided to leave home the next day he finished engineering, he was flying away to a distant land he told his parents, a new job, loads of money and all the freedom he wanted, but jyoti had a different view to things

Amar, youve just finished Engineering, why dont you work here for a while, why do you want to go back before you have even spent a week with us,?'' It was an irresistable offer mom, i just had to accept it'But the truth was far from that, there had been no job offer, his marks hadnt met the placement cut-off. He was going back to bombay to try his luck in modelling.It had been difficult before, Engineering college is tough business and modelling part time, takes you no where. it was when he missed a ramp show because of an exam (He had to prepare for the exam) that he decided he would come back and become a full time model, he had the looks for it he thought to himself, and well certainly he did.It was at his first ever audition that he met her, she was the best looking of the lot, and was studying while her friends were perfecting their walk, she hit it off with Amar instantly and after few initial months of friendship, they were a couple and Alicia moved in with him. They were perfect couple, seen at parties together, holding hands, the picture perfect smiles and the like, I must also add that by then both of them were quite successful models and Alicia was even getting Television commercials. We will get married soon, Amar kept telling Alicia time and again, but ‘soon’ never came much to Alicias dismay,

Alicia kept gaining popularity after one of her commercials became a superhit, but Amar’s modeling career however was on a downhill, He had lost the Boyish’ looks that had made him look good, and as he had resorted to drinking as a full time hobby, people found him difficult to work with. His attitude towards life and lack of interest in anything else apart from modeling got him nowhere.

Maybe it was to Bring a little happiness into their now Totally busy vs totally jobless life that they had a Distraction, well they had a baby boy! Amar was confused and Alicia was happy , maybe the confusion turned into regret as Amar left Bombay for Delhi, he told Alicia he was going to try his luck in the ramp circuit there, ‘ I cant go wrong this time’ he said.

But as luck had it, Delhi had nothing better to offer Amar, he called home once in two days, then it was once in a week which eventually became once in 2 months till the calls stopped coming. Alicia was A top model then with frequent trips to paris and showstopper sequences in italy, She did her best to get Amar to come back home but he refused, Alicia later discovered that he was working as a designer’s personal assistant and spent most of his small income on alcohol

Two years later Alicia who was now acting in her first Hollywood film learnt that Amar had died of a drug overdose, Two year old Rahul dint understand why momma stayed dull all day.

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Fourteen years later Jyothy was sipping tea in her garden, in walked a beautiful woman with a boy who looked around 15, A sense of familiarity all over them, Jyothy had seen this woman somewhere, glancing at the cover of the magazine she had been browsing through at that moment, she realized it was Linda, the Hollywood star who was now acting in a hindi movie, Eyes wide open and a half open mouth she said ‘Hello, are you Linda?’

Yes iam, But my family calls me Alicia you can call me that, is this jyothy? Amar’s mother?,

Jyothy could not recover, here was Linda asking about Amar, the boy who sent her all the money she ever wanted but dint ever come home, or even call her. Was Linda Amar’s Girlfriend or something? Were they planning to get married, was that why she was here. A beavy of questions flooded her head, but she waited for Linda to talk.

This is Rahul, Linda said, pointing at the boy, your grandson.

Are you the mother?

Yes, and now I am going to leave him with you. Iam entrusting you with my son and I hope you will take good care of him. He Goes to school in Paris now, but he fly back to you once school is done, and for the holidays ofcourse.

What are you going to be doing?

Well nothing at all, ive been diagnosed with cancer so I thought you are the right person to hand over things to.

Where is Amar? Said a confused looking Jyothy

Am sorry but he died Fourteen years ago.

What??! I received money from him yesterday! And you say he died fourteen years ago, you swindler, you are after his money aren’t you.? Nasty piece of shit, go away.

After I found the address and telephone number in our Bombay apartment, I knew you would need some resources, so I sent you some cash whenever I could.

This ‘some’ had been huge sums and ‘whenever’ was every month

Am off now, please take care of my son, I will call if I can she said, leaving jyothy staring at the coverpage of Filmfare.